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Ok it was like this I needed furniture for my dorm room such as a comfort chair or maybe a futon or something like that. Hell even a better mattress for the bed would be nice. However I am your typical first year college student. I'm broke all the time. So when I was heading home to my parents' house (Just so they could feed me on the weekend) I noticed a sign that said "estate auction today." Well that sign had an arrow pointing down a cross road of the state highway I was on. I thought to myself that maybe that would be a good opportunity to get a cheap chair. Hell it was an estate auction and things like furniture normally go cheap at them. I decided that I should check it out. Who knows after all what I could pick up with an extra 100 bucks in my pocket? The fact that I, your typical broke college student actually had a 100 bucks in my pocket was only because had gotten the balance of my grant check from the collage the day before. That is, I got the balance of my grant money that I hadn't spent on book and tuition. Actually it was 107 dollars all together. Well let me tell you 107 dollars is not a lot of money to someone that has to live on $10 a week. It was a good thing the dorms cafeteria was paid up front for the semester. That's why I was going home for the weekend in the first place. It was actually cheaper to let mom and dad feed me then do so myself over the weekends. That and I am sure they wanted to see me and see how I was doing.

So I followed the signs. At first I wasn't sure I was in the right place. I mean there were only 20 or so cars there. However the sign said the auction would start at 10am. When I asked a man standing in the driveway he assured me that I was in the right place. Then he offered to park my car for me. Great valet service at an auction. Maybe I should just turn around and head home. Obviously things were going to be selling for more than I had money for. Before I could decide however the valet suggested I should go and register if I wanted to bid and head into the back yard were the auction was taking place. After all he said the auction would begin in less the 10 minutes. Well despite my misgivings I handed the man my keys and found the registrar.

The registrar was an elderly lady with a big grin. She asked for my driver's license and took down my personal information. Then she handed me a white card with my bidding number printed on the front in gold numbers. I looked at the card and relished that I had the number 17 on it. Since the stack of cards under the one she handed me had the number 18 on it I realized that there were only 17 people registered for this auction. I thought that was a rather low number of people for an auction. Being young I decided to ask her about that. The old woman looked at me with that smile of hers and said, "Well it is an unusual auction son, and you see it was not in the paper because of the short notice." She paused and then went on, "I guess I had better explain the way Mr. Alright has set this auction up. All the eligible attendees are given $2000 for this auction. You can't use your own money and everyone has to start with the same amount."

I looked at her with an uncomprehending look.

She just grinned, "You have a 2000 dollars credit to bid with as a gift. Then again so does all the rest of the eligible family members. The point being that no bidder has more than 2 grand to bid with."

I shook my head to clear it. I mean I thought I understood what she was saying. I just couldn't believe it. It sounded more like I had walked into the asset distribution of a will rather than an auction.

She smiled, "Go take a seat son, the late Mr. Wilson's attorney will explain everything before the auction begins."

I was still a bit in shock however I did as the old lady suggested and stepped around the corner of the house. As I stepped into the back yard I realized that it was more than just a house. It was a mansion, and a very opulent mansion at that. Hell the place even had a pool house next to a rather large swimming pool set to the back of the property. At least I assumed it was the back of the property. It was after all about 3000 feet back from the mansion.

I made my way to the back to the seating area still dazed by the size of this place. There were only like thirty people back there, worse for me the hostile looks on their faces made one want to get the heck out of Dodge. I guessed that the relatives were not happy to see an interloper at the auction. The old codger apparently set his will up in such a way that they had to bid on his personal items that they wanted. Given that everyone had a fixed amount of money to use, well I guessed I could understand them not being happy that I was here. Apparently that was why there was no advertising other than the signs required by law. Somehow the relatives had fixed the auction in such a way as to keep the number of attendees to a minimum. Given that I was on the same footing financially for this auction as they were I could understand their feelings.

The auctioneer stepped up to the podium and began to explain the special auction was being held on behalf of the estate of the late James Wilson. And for the benefit of the non-family member on the biding floor (That being me of course) the maximum anyone was allowed to spend all totaled was 2000 dollars. The family members looked at me with daggers in their eyes. The auctioneer turned the floor over to the late Mr. Wilson's Attorney.

"I am pleased to see that the minimum terms of his will that at least one non family member be present for today's asset auction have been met. According to the terms of the late Mr. Wilson each registered person for this auction will receive the maxim tax free inheritance amount of $2000.00 to be used as each sees fit. The remaining assets, to include property, investments and business as well as personal items are to be sold at today's auction. As most of you are familiar with Mr. Wilson's dislike of the government and taxes. Each portion of the estate for the purposes of taxes of course will only be obligated to pay that which the government is entitled to after a fair public auction. In other words he found a way to keep the government from taxing him after his death." There were chuckles all around at this statement. However the lawyer continued, "To insure that each item sells a number will be drawn at random beforehand and the one dollar bid will automatically be assessed to the individual with that number. With that in mind the hat please."

The auctioneer brought forth a hat and the lawyer reached in and drew the first number.

"And the lucky number is 17! Your automatic bid of one dollar is entered on the first Item."

I was still trying to figure out if that meant to me. There were a few cat calls from the relatives as the lawyer gave the microphone back to the auctioneer who in turn revealed the first item up for auction. It was an oil portrait of the late Mr. Wilson when he was about 30 years old. It was a rather large oil painting actually. I relaxed some expecting one of his relatives would out bid my automatic bid as soon as the actual auction got started. I mean come on I didn't know the man from Adam.

The auctioneer began his description of the oil painting and explained that the painting of Mr. Wilson was commissioned back in 1948 by a local artist of some renown. I relaxed some; after all I was sure the painting was worth a few thousand if for no other reason than because of artist that painted it. Surely a family member would want to have it.

The auctioneer started to call out "Do I have anyone who will give me two?" This went on for a bit and this seemed to fluster the auctioneer some.

I looked around at the family members; they were laughing at me. Obviously they thought it some great cosmic joke that the stranger among them was going win the painting. None of them bid on it to that end. Somehow I didn't think much of this family.

"Very well then $1.00 going once, going twice and sold to number 17."

I was upset to say the least. Just imagine a family that wouldn't even want a valuable painting of one of their relatives. To make matters worse the family started to laugh and point at me. Well until the auctioneer announced that this concluded today's auction.

Needless to say the relatives were on their feet screaming then. The lawyer walked back to the podium and spoke into it, "The final terms of the will are complete, and the entire estate transfers to the winning bidder number 17."

There were more cries from the outraged relatives. Frankly I was trying to figure out what was going on. That's when the lady that registered me came up and whisked me away. I could hear the relatives screaming and promising to contest the will as she lead me inside and out of their sight. I did hear the lawyer sayings something about the family should have had a clue but it was now too late.

"What just happened?" I asked her.

She smiled, "You won the auction young man."

"I know that but why is the auction over?" I asked.

"Because the terms of the will stated that whoever won the auction on the painting was to inherit everything."

"Pardon?"

"Mr. Gilford can probably explain it better, but the house, property and everything that was the late Mr. Wilsons now belongs to you."

"I don't understand."

Mr. Gilford walked in just then. "Ah there you are, thank god you haven't left yet there is a lot we have to go over and I hated having to waste my time with the jackals outside."

"What just happened?" I asked.

"Well technically the entire estate, property and holdings of Mr. Wilson were just sold to you for the incredibly low bid of a dollar." Not a bad deal actually, since you will not have to pay any inheritance taxes this way.

I was numb; I mean I thought, "Was he saying that the house is now mine?"

Mr. Gilford smiled, "Congratulation young man you are now a multi-millionaire."

I thought I was numb before, but now I was really confused. It must have shown on my face, because the lawyer started to laugh.

"I know this must be a shock to you, however Mr. Wilson really didn't want his property to go to the greedy vultures he called family. So he ordered that his entire estate and assets be sold at auction to the highest bidder, that that was you."

"But I am not a relative."

"True enough, however each of them had a chance to bid as well."

"But they thought they were bidding on one item."

"Doesn't matter, the terms of the will are air tight. An auction was held and you are the winner. None of them were unfairly outbid because none of them bothered to bid."

"But what's to stop them from suing for the property?"

"Well nothing other than they agreed to this beforehand. Besides the judge already signed off on the sale in this manor, so I don't think they will get anywhere there."

"What's this about millions?"

"Like I said, you get all of his properties, investments and assets."

"This is unbelievable." I said.

"Yes then again it's for the best."

"Well how do you know I am any better than the rest of them?" And I motioned to the back yard.

"I don't, however it doesn't matter as you won the auction."

We went round and round a bit, because I didn't believe him more than anything else. He had several forms for me to sign. The deeds had to be transferred to my name on everything he owned. I was speechless, but I signed every document he placed in front of me. It was 3 pm before we were done. He handed me the keys to the house, and three cars. He also gave me an envelope marked winning bidder if male and not a relative. He told me the former owner had left me a very personal message and I might get some insight when I read it. He then excused himself handing me his card and saying he had to run but call if I had any questions. Then he was gone, I walked out back and noted that everyone was gone. I walked out front and the only car in the driveway was now mine. I looked at the envelope and decided to open it. Maybe my benefactor had some great wisdom to pass on to me.

The envelope contained a letter.

"Dear Sir I don't know how to express my thanks that you won the auction instead of one of the vultures that I am ashamed to call family. (It was obvious for sure that he didn't like them.) I know your head is probably all mixed up at the moment. It will take a few days till it all sets in. However, in the mean time I would like you to go into the library and look in the closet in that room. You will find a ring on the floor there. Pick it up and put it on your finger, well whatever finger it fits best on, and step in to the closet. Everything will be explained when you do this. I know it might sound strange, but since I am giving you millions, well it is nothing in comparison to ask you to do this.

I should add that I really recommend you take everything at face value and give yourself time to consider everything before making any rash decisions.

Sincerely

James S, Wilson"

I stared at the message. Then I started to look for the cameras convinced it was some horrible prank. I didn't find any. I eventually let curiosity get the better of me and found the library. It was located in the center of the mansion and sure enough there was a closet. I walked over and opened the door surprised to see the ring right were the letter said it would be. Also the closet wasn't that big. What was really weird about it were the walls, ceiling and floor were nothing but mirrors. I stepped inside and bent down picking up the ring. It looked like a simple Sapphire mounted in a gold band. I tried it on my little finger.

All at once I was in a white room that was much bigger than the closet.

Next thing that happened was a door opened and a woman appeared and walked though it into the room. She frowned when she saw me.

"I take it that James has passed away?" She asked. I think she knew the answer before I nodded a yes. She collapsed to the floor and cried out loudly.

Now I may have had no clue about what was happening to me. However I did now this was a terrible way to learn about a loved one's death. I went to her and put my arms around her protectively. She grabbed hold of my arms and wailed, I whispered soothing words in her ear about everything was going to be alright. She went on crying for a minute or two. Then as suddenly as she started she stopped, she stood up and said, "You are quite right Mister?" and she paused.

"Tim. Tim Benjamin." I responded.

"Of course, so how did he die?"

I had to confess I had no idea. I guess I am a typical man and forgot to ask important details like that.

"How did you know the General?" She asked next.

I had to tell her I didn't know him. Then I told her the whole bizarre story about how I found myself here with her. That also reminded me that I didn't have a clue were here was. So I asked her.

"Oh dear, forgive me I seem to have forgotten my manners. I am Sable Caretaker." She went on to explain I was in a place called cross roads. She went on to explain that James had been a hero on Chaos and how it all worked. I would have laughed in her face if it wasn't for the fact that I was standing in a plain white room and I couldn't explain how I had actually gotten here. I expressed my thoughts' and asked why the room was white.

She smiled, "James preferred it this way. His said it made me look like an angel every time he arrived."

I did have to agree she looked like an angel. My cock was even responding to the sight of her now. I think she noticed. She reached over and took my hand and walked me over to a bare wall. She touched it and a door opened into what could only be called the most lavish bedroom ever. The bed itself was huge, probably two and half times bigger than a king. It was a poster bed with all the drapes and stuff besides.

"James let me decorate the love nest the way I wanted it. He said he wanted me to be happy in here. Now however with him gone you have the honor of fulfilling the last task for me."

"Pardon?"

"You will give me a child please and then select your new care taker."

"Child?"

"Yes, unless of course you find me unworthy for some reason."

Well she wasn't unworthy that was for sure. In fact she really did look like an angel.

"Ah well no you're not unworthy, however I would be uncomfortable not being able to raise my own children."

She smiled what could only be called a knowing smile. "I see, you earth heroes all go through that phase it seems."

"I am not a hero!" I objected.

"Not yet but you will be soon enough."

"Pardon?"

"I told you earlier remember, you rescue the damsel, return her and impregnate her. Then she returns to Cassandra and you to earth to rest and return another day. Now stop dallying and make love to me.' She said and the white robe dropped from her shoulders and there she stood in all her naked glory. The blood drained into my little head and it took over from there. Now I am not a great lover or anything like that, however I swear that she had 15 orgasms in only 5 minutes. I came and the next thing I know she is handing me something she called a restorative and I drank it. I have never tasted anything like it so telling you would not do any good. There is absolutely nothing on earth to compare it too. Not that that matters much at this point, because dickey doo rose to the occasion and then again and again to say the least. I think we had been at it for least a half the day.

I shot bolt upright in bed, "Shit, my parents have got to be worried sick about me."

She started to laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh Tim, I think you missed the part about no matter how long you are here or on Chaos only 15 minutes will pass on earth."

"How is that possible?"

"I am not sure, the powers that be set it up that way and that's all I know, now here have another restorative and come back to work on me." Well I did, taking her word on it at least for now. I think I had already fucked her more times than I had ever been laid in my entire life so far, given that I was only 18. I had not done it that many times so far.

We went at it for days. Of course I learned a lot more about what was called the Grand Adventure in the meantime. I expressed my doubts about becoming a hero. I didn't think I could kill and she had been most emphatic about that fact. I didn't have any special training. Of course I had rose to a brown belt in Karate. So maybe I did have some fighting skills. I was still unsure when the day came. She came out to me.

"So have you picked you caretaker yet?"

"Are you telling me you're..." She held her fingers to my mouth. 'Don't say it. Have you made your choice?"

She knew I had. After all, she had leaned heavily on me to pick the one with greatest credentials and a lousy picture of herself.

'Then as soon as I say it you need to say I choose by saying her name." okay?

'I guess" I said none too sure about all this.

"I am pregnant." She announced standing by the door back to Cassandra. A moment later she was gone."

I stared longingly at her a few before I announced, "I chose Annette Sims as my caretaker." Then I waited.

A door was opened and in walked the most beautiful dark haired beauty I had ever seen. She smiled, "You look surprised"

"You picture did not do you justice."

She smiled, "If you had picked me for my picture you would have made the wrong choice."

It turned out that she was very well educated.

"I see you need quite a bit of training before you should attempt to go on a mission."

"That is going to be hard; I am only a poor college student back on earth."

She smiled, "And what about the auction?"

"Oh, I guess I forgot about that."

"So money will not really be a problem then.

"I guess not."

"Good then let's get to know each other better. With that I was being led to the bedroom for more sex."

You know I had thought the other woman had been highly orgasmic, she had nothing on Annette. Holy shit she had nothing on her, my ears were pounding after all that screaming.

The time finally came for me to go back to earth. Annette would research some missions for me to go on and I was supposed to get started on some training. Well of course that was after I figured out how to use James money. I felt a profound since of loss as I stepped though the portal. Actually I was pushed though, but it needed to be done. I emerged from the closet and their on the floor was my cell phone, my keys and anything else that was in my pockets. I picked up my stuff and looked at the cell phone. One missed call and that was it. The time was only about 15 minutes later then when I had left. I had been gone a month to say the least. I was shocked. Then I remembered I need to get home for dinner. The parental units would be waiting for me.

Dinner with the parents was like normal. I didn't mention anything however. I was sure they would lock me up for having a mental breakdown if I did.

I finally returned my missed call. It was the lawyer saying that I should stop by his office Monday morning to get my new check book and cash card. Well that solved the problem of money anyways. I spent Sunday with my parents and returned to school Sunday evening. Well the new mansion was closer to school then to my parents. I spent the night in the dorm room with my roommate. Ted was okay really. He was a geek and really harmless. One thing he did do that I never had tried was play those roll playing games with dice and little figurines. "D&M or something like that I thought. Okay so it was D&D don't make a capital offense of it now. I decided I should probably learn more about roll playing games. So I asked him if there were any that centered on medieval times. There were in fact, however when I showed up to learn more I was disappointed to say the least. It was full of magic and creatures that were not human. I was a bit disappointed that it wouldn't do me any good.

The Lawyer was real helpful. He pointed out to me that someone should be at the house at all times. I should at least hire a house keeper. I asked him why and he just said to call the police if any of the old family were to come around. Then he offered to take care of it if I wanted him to. I thought it was good idea and said sure why not.

It turned out he got a college girl of 20 he hired to do it. She needed the job to finish school and she was actually a cute one. The place was big, but since it was only me part time, the place really did not get that dirty. My lawyer had arranged that her pay to included room and board so I had to make sure she had money to get the food. Other than that, I decided that I would just start living in the mansion rather than the dorm room. One I had privacy and two; well it was mine after all.

I signed up for fencing which was the closest thing to sword fighting I could find. I also signed up for classes at a local dojo. I had a brown belt as a teen, but somehow I thought I might need a refresher course and some intense training. I didn't exactly drop out of college. I just modified my major and timeframe to get it done in a bit.

The instructor at the dojo thought I was nuts to want to train so hard and take private lessons. I set it up for three hours a day five days a week. He cashed my check so I guess he wasn't that disturbed by it. When I told him I wanted to concentrate on weapons he was sure I wanted to be ninja or something. Still he trained me, after all I was paying.

First I learned the staff. Of course it looked like a cue tip with the padding all over it. Still the training was invaluable.

Fencing was interesting, but from everything I had learned about Chaos, I didn't think my Chaos opponents would be so willing to follow the rules. Still over the next three months I finished the class, as well as learning a bit of sword play from my instructor. I could feel the draw to return to crossroads. Annette had told me to train and not come back for 6 months. Yet something was drawing me to the place. Maybe it was just my little head doing the thinking for me. I had not been laid since I came back to earth. Truthfully my few experiences with girls were nothing compared to the caretakers.

I was standing in the library looking in the portal when Sue the maid came in. "That is the strangest closet I have ever seen." She said.

"Yes it is." I agreed.

"I was trying to clean the glass and no matter how much I rub I can't get this spot clean."

"What spot?" I asked not seeing a spot.

She walked in and pointed up into the corner "This one here."

I stepped in to look at it. Unfortunately I was wearing the ring. A moment later the two of us were standing in the main room of cross roads.

"Crap I said."

Sue screamed and fainted. Annette walked in and looked at the girl I had just caught in my arms and look curiously at me. It took me some time to explain. The Sue woke up and we both had to explain to her what happened. She didn't believe a word of it of course. She thought we were lunatics and demanded to be released at once. I agreed and showed her the portal back. Of course it didn't work.

"What's wrong?" I asked Annette.

"She came though as a hero's companion so she has to stay with you until you complete your first mission."

Sue was livid and the little oriental number then grabbed me and turkey walked me into the portal were I slammed into a brick wall.

Sometime later, I was told put in to a recovery chamber. Sue looked a little sheepish. "I am so sorry; I did not mean to hurt you like that."

"How bad was I hurt?" I asked.

"Your skull cracked open." Annette finally spoke.

"I so sorry Tim, I not mean to hurt you like that."

Annette spoke, "Well at least she will be a good companion for your first rescue."

"I cannot go. I must return home."

"The only way to go home is to help Tim complete his mission. That is after all what a hero companion is all about."

I didn't think that was completely right.

"I thought you said?" To which I got an elbow in my ribs telling me to shut up."

"What?" Sue demanded.

'Give her the book I suggested." The next thing you know there is a book on hero companions. She read and frowned. "You try and make funky wonky with me and I will bust your skull deliberately."

"Hey I didn't mean to bring you along."

"Enough you two!" Annette screamed. "Tim you need to select a mission and complete it so you can get her out of here."

Then I asked, "Can she stay here with you when I am gone?"

"No! No way no how. It's the rules." She added the last part as if it were the final word.

Sue spoke, "Fine get mission, and let's go get girl and get back here and go back home."

I guess she was resigned to her fate. Me on the other hand, well I wasn't so sure about this.

Annette had three rescues briefings. The simple one was a damsel held as a slave at a tavern one town over from the bank. Her owner was a huge man according to the briefing. Still on the surface it sounded like an easy rescue. Just grab her make for the bank and out of there. The other two were a bit more complicated. Annette was convinced I would need weapons to accomplish them. So we went for the simplest of missions. My only regret so far was because of Sue, I hadn't been able to fuck Annette on crossroads.

The two of us stepped though the portal into the banks safe. We stepped out and instantly the teller was staring at us.

"What I asked,

"I need to know who you are."

I told him my name, and he asked if I was a hero?"

Sue said, "No he is a kidnapper, of course he's a hero, who else magically appears in your safes?"

His face turned pale, 'Of course forgive me, I meant nothing by it." The man seemed to cower a bit.

"Don't worry about it I said and holding Sue by the hand walked out of the bank. "Don't start thing here Sue, we are not even armed yet."

"Speak for yourself." She responded.

"Fine" I exclaimed, "Let's get going it's going to take all day to walk there."

"Fine she replied and started to walk down the road in the wrong direction.

"Sue."

She spun on me "What now?"

I pointed, "The town we want is that way."

She rolled her eyes. But turned and started to walk.

We got about a mile out of town when three men jumped out of the shadows. One man held a long sword and the man standing next to him had a club. The one that jumped out behind us had a short sword. The man before us spoke, "Give us your money and we let you live."

I pulled my pockets out of the clothing Annette had provided, they were empty.

"Fine, then leave us the girl and be off with you."

I looked at Sue and saw fire in her eyes. "Fine she is more trouble then she is worth." I started to walk around the two of them.

"You can't be serious Tim?"

I winked at her. "Actually I am going to sit down over by that tree and watch the three of you try to control her."

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My Personal Hero By RogerGirl "Mom, can you help me with something?" my older son asks calling to me from his room. "What is it, honey?" I ask as I come in his room. "I don't want you to freak out or anything, but can you dress me up like you?" he asks nervously. "You want me to dress you up like a woman?" I ask a little surprised. Jake has never shown any interest in cross-dressing before and he had a girlfriend, so I admit I am a little confused. Maybe he's been...

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The Hero

You are the Hero in this story. A renowned crime fighter in New York City. You have dealt with some of the worst villains in your time. Yet you always come out on top. You're experienced and served as a super crime fighter for about five years. You're a thin guy, but you've got innate superstrength. Your real name is Kyle Katarn. Mega rich, you inherited vast sums of wealth. The CEO of a successful international corporation, you control the company, delegating work so you can be the Hero. You...

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The Hero

The Hero By Margaret Jeanette Cindy Bronson was exhilarated. It was her wedding day. They were at the reception afterward and he had just left her to go to the bathroom. She was thirty-one and had thought for awhile that she would never get married. Then she met Robert and it was a whirlwind courtship and now they were married. Her sister Lorna came to talk to her. She knew Lorna didn't care for him because he didn't pay a lot of attention to her. She was used to being the center...

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My Hero

I had a small house in a quiet neighborhood. Much different than the crowded city where I grew up. My neighbors mostly kept to themselves. An older couple on one side and a single mother with two teens on the other side. The kids were no problem, mostly everyone just waved in passing. As I said, a quiet neighborhood, no problems, until Saturday night. I'd gone out on the back deck about 8 pm. No particlar reason, mostly to enjoy the cooler evening air after a warm day. I had a t shirt and...

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Stupid Boy Freshman Year Part IIChapter 11 Home Town Hero

I was lifting weights before school when my phone rang. I got off the leg press, to let Wolf have his turn. I answered the phone. "This is David." "Morning, stud," Missy said. "What's up?" "I have some bad news. I can't come up this weekend." "I was looking forward to seeing you. How come you can't make it?" "It's a family thing. Something came up, and I have to go home. Can I call you next week, and set something up?" "You bet." "Great, I'll talk to you next...

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Jasons TaleChapter 14 A New Hero

I was sorta expecting it, but it was still a surprise the first time an Earth Hero came through our bank. We had quite a few men who wanted to be crew on our warships and earn some easy money but could not swim, and I had to have something for them to do. I set four of them up as pairs of bank guards so that if anything happened one could continue to watch while the other went for help. One pair had the mornings and the other pair had the afternoons. I still remembered the bank at Long Cut...

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The Sissification of a Hero

Izuku Midoriya loved being a hero. He loved saving people with a smile and giving strength to the weak. He loved the feeling of doing something great and the happiness that followed from the people around him. Something he did not love however was paperwork. Sadly however, with great responsibility comes a great amount of paper-work. Especially if you're the number one hero with your own hero agency. Izuku groaned loudly and put the pen down as he finished his fourth damage report of the day....

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Herakles the Hero

Kalliste Periakes was humming to herself as she pushed through the door of the bar. "The Cubs need pitching," she announced to everyone in the bar... She was a young-looking woman with a thick mass of black hair, wide eyes and a generous mouth. Today she was wearing a Chicago Cubs jersey and jeans, not the usual attire for a graduate student at Northwestern University. "Amen, sister," one man said. "The starting pitching looked pretty good, but the relievers..." He shook his head sadly...

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Her Hero

I couldn’t sleep. I had been trying for what seemed like hours. So, I went for a walk to the park, hoping that would allow me to checkmate the sandman. That’s when I came upon the situation. A guy and a girl in what seemingly looked like an argument. Finding myself not ready to return home yet, I decided to eavesdrop on the squabble. From what I gathered he was her boyfriend and wanted a piece of her ‘teasing’ ass, as he so quaintly put it. I thought to myself, ‘I don’t blame him.’ The girl...

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Hero

All characters in this story are over twenty one except the baby. Morton Franks was out for his Sunday walk. He liked the peace and quiet of the neighborhood on Sunday. His route took him around the park and then down Oak Street. He was a mile from his house when he saw the smoke. The smoke was coming from a small house set back off the road. As he approached a woman came screaming out of the front door followed by a blast of smoke and flame. ‘My baby! My baby!’ she screamed, ‘I can’t find my...

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Eddie the Hero

Blond and balding, divorced and ready to give up on women, Eddie Cox closed his toolbox and walked out of the computer room of the small branch of Albion United Bank, swallowing the last of a tomato sandwich. He stopped abruptly, a shotgun pointed at his belly. ‘Who are you?’ asked the gunman, blue eyes looking coldly through eye slits in his hood. ‘The computer guy,’ Eddie croaked. ‘I don’t know the combination to the bank’s safe.’ ‘Of course you don’t,’ snarled the gunman. ‘It’s on a time...

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Mothers Hero

Madhav had been away at college for nine months, as it was his final year of engineering education at IIT Delhi. During this time, his mother used to call him almost daily on his Reliance mobile phone. Madhav has become very close to his mother Sarita after the death of his father. Her phone calls were full of love and longing to meet him and glowing expectations about his final results.Now as he was returning home with good marks and a placement with a leading technology firm in their R&D...

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The Heart Of A Hero

With all of the superhero stories going around, I thought that I'd try my hand at one, with a bit of a different twist. Enjoy......... Raven The Heart of a Hero The wound . . . was . . . quite fatal. Lois Lane lay in a pool of her own arterial blood. "I'll . . . go for help," whispered Jimmy Olson, trying to ease her pain. He knew that in his heart of hearts it wouldn't do any good. Still, he had to do something. "It'll be okay." Jimmy started to rise to go. Lois'...

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Carnival of Mirrors Hero

This is my third Carnival of Mirrors tale. The others, also available on fictionmania, are: Carnival of Mirrors: Four Fates. Carnival of Mirrors: Generations. Like those, this one is a standalone tale. You don't have to have read them to follow this tale, but if you enjoy this one you'll probably enjoy them, too. If you like stories with a World War II setting you might also like my story: Mantra: Day of the Storm God Most of that one is set in Berlin during the final...

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Return Of An Earth Hero

Kathrine gasped as she sat up in the bed. It's too soon, he couldn't have rescued her and returned already she thought to herself. She spoke to the room, "Lights please." She quickly rose, dressed, and moved toward the door. I'll meet him at the portal, since this was his second rescue he still may not be sure of what to do. I'll have both of them checked in the healing chamber and then take Ava Foreman to the bedroom. Then I'll have Jimmy wait in the den. It just seems to be too soon....

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Minara the Grojan WarChapter 6 A Hero

The next morning Arron woke early, bathed and dressed in his light leather armor. He walked down to the common room for breakfast and was saluted by the desk sergeant. "Good morning, sir." "Good morning, Jerros." There was a noise outside so Arron walked to the main entrance and opened the doors. He was greeted by a loud cheer. A crowd was quickly gathering; people pushed forward, patted him on the back and shook his hands. He was about to step back through the door when Jerina rushed...

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To be a hero

This story will center itself around the main character: the hero. Well…at least that is what he will be at the start. You have to understand dear reader that most villains in real life aren’t inherently evil. They themselves do believe that what they are doing is the right thing. To clarify, this story does start out as a heroic tale. It is in fact a little generic. For example, it is set in the glorious country of the United States. The hero does at the start believe in the workings of a...

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Hero

I was orphaned at an early age and lived on the street. I got my education through the public comp systems. At sixteen I got a job just off the port warehouse district as a night watcher. It was not much but I made enough to rent a one room apartment once called a studio. The area was very old and close to the port so the buildings were between six to ten stories tall. Since the area was old it was also neglected by a lot of the city maintenance workers. Few constables patrolled the area and...

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A Fresh StartChapter 68 Hero

Back inside, I took another pill and drank about half a beer while getting undressed and climbing into bed. Marilyn had already fallen asleep by the time I got into the sheets. I tried to close the drapes and shut out the daylight, but the entire place had been designed to be light and airy. Even the curtains seemed bright. It didn’t matter. I was out like a light in about thirty seconds and didn’t wake until dinner time. I woke to find myself alone in the bed, but I heard the shower...

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No hero

It wasn’t that Jack had ever wanted to be a soldier. It was not something he chose from a range of professions. It was simply that Jack was born into an area where poverty and hardship were the norm, where the only choice for the boys who left school was either to slave in the local coal mines, or to join one of the armed services. So when Jack left school at the tender age of fourteen, as children were allowed to do in those far off days, he worked in the dirt and blackness for two long years,...

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My sons hero

This is due to the fact that the entire neighborhood is terrified by my husband. He is a city cop, and an intimidating one at that. We fell in love in college, when he was the star linebacker of our small, local college. At 6’4’’ 225 pounds, he still looks like he could hold his own against professional football players. He could have gone pro if he really had the desire to, but all his life he wanted to be a cop, just like my father-in-law. And the same aggression he used to use to bring...

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My sons hero

Introduction: A wife does something she never imagined she would, and it only gets worse from there. I was just taking the brownies out of the oven that I had made for my son, Kyle, when I heard a knock at the door. This caught me by surprise, since we get so few visitors to the house. This is due to the fact that the entire neighborhood is terrified by my husband. He is a city cop, and an intimidating one at that. We fell in love in college, when he was the star linebacker of our small, local...

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Gary My Hero

Gary My HeroA work of fictionIt was getting late, it had started to rain. Rose Tyler normally walked the long way round to her home, but tonight of all nights, she chose to take the shortcut across the common. A sixty one year old widow, she rarely stayed out late, but tonight she had been visiting a sick friend and had lost track of the time. So it was well after ten thirty when she started the short walk through the dark area known locally as the Common.The two men, stood behind one of the...

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Helping A Hero

He was exhausted, sweaty, gritty, and dirty. It had been a long tough fight and even though he had done his very best, he felt guilty and helpless.The call came in as a simple house fire. The kind he had been to a thousand times before. And like every other time, he had jumped out of bed, scrambled to get dressed, and get on the truck as fast as possible. But he wasn't as young as he used to be and he could feel the toll the years had taken on him. He was still in decent shape, he thought. He...

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SRU The Football Hero

SRU -- The Football Hero By Ellie Dauber (c) 2001 "Mall Security, Sam Crawford speaking." "Sam, this is Al Dehner at Rite Aide. I've got a crazy man screaming in my story." Al's voice was quivering, a sure sign the man was nervous. In the background, Sam could ear what sounded like someone shouting, though he couldn't make out any words. "On my way," Sam said. The Rite Aide was only about six stores away from the corner where the Security Office was located. Sam...

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Working Class Hero

"A working class hero is something to be... ... If you want to be a hero, well just follow me." John Lennon Johnny McMullen stared at the piece of paper in his hands, and felt a cold sweat break out all over his body, despite the unseasonably warm late-winter day. It had come out of a sealed envelope with his name on it that had been placed under the windshield wiper of his pickup truck, which had been parked in the lot at the foundry where he worked as a master machinist. As he read...

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Hero

Kevin had never had much luck with girls. To begin with, he was terribly shy. He seemed to freeze up when talking to attractive girls. He was okay in his dealings with his mom and his female teachers, but that was different. There was no physical attraction. His paralyzing shyness only seemed to affect him when he tried to speak with members of the opposite sex to which he was attracted. Being a young man of 18, he was attracted to a lot of girls. Since he didn't know what steps to take to be...

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Bikini Beach Heroes

Bikini Beach - Heroes ElrodW A veteran, who's considered a hero, is tired and feels broken, because his injuries left him crippled and less than a man. When Anya offers him a pass to Bikini Beach, the hero has to decide if he's better as a broken hero, or a whole woman. ********** This story is copyright by the author. It is protected by licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial- ...

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Hayden Panettieres Hero

16th January, 2007 I’d just completed a tour in Iraq serving in the Marine Corp. I arrived at the airport and made my way home. The cooler weather blasted me, used to the warm heat of the Middle East. Grabbing a cab, I instructed him to my home. Having little personal belongings I hauled them into the trunk and sat quietly as the driver babbled incessantly. Getting home, I found an envelope on the kitchen desk with a small box beneath it. Opening up the envelope I noticed the handwriting...

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Hayden Panettieres Hero

16th January, 2007 I’d just completed a tour in Iraq serving in the Marine Corp. I arrived at the airport and made my way home. The cooler weather blasted me, used to the warm heat of the Middle East. Grabbing a cab, I instructed him to my home. Having little personal belongings I hauled them into the trunk and sat quietly as the driver babbled incessantly. Getting home, I found an envelope on the kitchen desk with a small box beneath it. Opening up the envelope I noticed the handwriting...

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Hayden Panettieres Hero

16th January, 2007I’d just completed a tour in Iraq serving in the Marine Corp. I arrived at the airport and made my way home. The cooler weather blasted me, used to the warm heat of the Middle East. Grabbing a cab, I instructed him to my home. Having little personal belongings I hauled them into the trunk and sat quietly as the driver babbled incessantly. Getting home, I found an envelope on the kitchen desk with a small box beneath it. Opening up the envelope I noticed the handwriting...

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Ordinary Heroes

For those who suffered through the bad editing of the first submission I apologize. I owe a great deal of thanks to xtchr for agreeing to edit the story. All the characters and scenario’s are fictitious. The dangers and emotional harm are very real for those in the professions of the story. Seeing the harm done to critical care providers, and one in particular, prompted me to write the story so I am pleased that with xtchr’s help the tale reads as it should. Copyright 2014 * Ian Cameron...

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Music of Change 3 We Could Be Heroes

Music of Change: We Could Be Heroes By Valerie Hope I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing, nothing will drive them away We can beat them - just for one day We can be us - just for one day I, I can remember Standing by the wall And the guns, shot above our heads And we kissed, as though nothing could fall And the shame was on the other side Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever Then we can be heroes, just for one day We can be heroes We can...

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Generic Brand Hero

Generic Brand Hero By Sarah Barndt Chapter 1 I was, admittedly, a loser. I was a 24-year-old college dropout who worked at a video store and lived in my parent's basement. Add to that I was 5'5, scrawny and kind of weaselly looking. Well, as you could imagine, I was beating the babes off with a stick. Actually you could describe my love life by removing the words "the babes" and "with a stick" from the last sentence. The only thing that kept my Dad from thinking I was a...

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Earths CoreChapter 4 Shelter Of Heroes

After wishing good luck to the participants, Archbishop Silternja sat in his middle seat, at the left end seat sat Cardinal Northstar, His Young Eminence sat in the other middle seat and Sister Iaura at the right end seat. Priest announcer Armin exited the arena, leaving only the one thousand and three participants inside. “Thank you, Archbishop Silternja”, he said with no hint of intention to address the two youngsters sitting together with the holy Archbishop and Cardinal, as if he was...

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The Hero

Midfield Wisconsin, a medium-sized city by Midwestern standards, lies perched high above the shores of Lake Michigan. A long Coast Guard pier juts one mile out into the lake, slants sharply to the south then out for another quarter mile. This structure helps form a channel creating one of the best harbors on the lake, from which a fleet of commercial fishing boats goes forth each morning, accompanied by hundreds of swirling, squawking gulls. Huge merchant ships come and go, supplying coal and...

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Someones Hero

In an age of time when the destruction of modern civilization slowly descends upon us we must look to a future when someone, anyone will rise up and take the reigns so long ago dropped and lift us back to our rightful path. This at least was the thoughts and the most constant staple of Professor Damien’s lectures. He knew that the inner cities were going to hell and also that his student ratio had jumped by 60% over the last few years. At the ripe age of 45 he was still younger than the larger...

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Harold Plays The Hero

Copyright Oggbashan June 2001/July 2002 Minor revisions July 2015. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. None of this story has any relevance to a historical India. It is a fiction based in a mythical country which is one character’s imagination of what India might seem to...

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Christmas Hero

I wrote this story shortly after Christmas of 2102. It is a work of fiction. Names, places and events are a product of my imagination. I hope you enjoy it for what it is. * When the IED exploded eight Marines of Lieutenant Karl Richart Schmidt’s platoon lay wounded and exposed to sniper fire from a group of insurgents hiding in the village. Schmidt’s instincts told him to remain hidden behind the low stone wall which the remainder of his men had taken cover. Then his training kicked in....

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Comic Hero

Growing up as a kid, I was mesmerized by Popeye, The Sailor Man. It was a collection of my grandfather’s comic books that I had inherited. It was a ridiculous cartoon strip started in the nineteen-twenties. In it, Popeye a spinach glugging nerd constantly saves Olive Oyl, an even more absurd looking creature from the advances of a gorgeous looking, butch hunk named Bluto. Even as a child, I was unable to understand why Olive would be distressed by the machinations of the uber-masculine Bluto,...

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The Holy Virgin Hero

Your name, is Fuckin' Savior Of The Land, Bitch. If this name is strange to you, then either get used to it or change it via the options over there in the right side. ---> The world you live in, is called Aria, named after the humble, noble, generous, incorruptible Queen Aria, founder and first ruler of this beautiful land before leaving behind a line of descendants to take her place. In this world, magic is real. Wizards, wands, witchcraft, mythological monsters, they're all real. Currently,...

Fantasy
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Adventurs as a Super Hero

your name is John Doe you were in An accident in a laboratory resulted in you gaining amazing skills and strengths - but also means that a secret government organisation is out to kill you! You must keep your identity hidden to the public, whilst also be using your powers for good! your superpowers are Super-Strength - Your powers mean you're now the strongest person alive, able to hurl cars at fleeing bad guys, knock over buildings with your bare hands, and accidentally wrench doors off their...

Fantasy
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Hero

You glanced around - it was an eerie night, with the full moon glowing brightly in the sky and shadows being lengthened to pull off a more frightening look than they usually would have. You gritted your teeth, and kept moving, though your body was tensed - this wasn't a good part of town, and you knew that because you were a guy, you would probably be beat up at the first opportunity. If you let them, of course - you were strong, standing at a good 6 feet, and though you weren't exactly...

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Harold Plays The Hero

Copyright Oggbashan June 2001/July 2002 Minor revisions July 2015. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.None of this story has any relevance to a historical India. It is a fiction based in a mythical country which is one character's imagination of what India might seem to be...

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Indian widow Mothers Hero

Madhav had been away at college for nine months, as it was his final year of engineering education at IIT Delhi. During this time, his mother used to call him almost daily on his Reliance mobile phone. Madhav has become very close to his mother Sarita after the death of his father. Her phone calls were full of love and longing to meet him and glowing expectations about his final results.Now as he was returning home with good marks and a placement with a leading technology firm in their R&D...

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My Hero

My Hero By Anon Allsop I slowly strolled by the dress shops, momentarily gazing into the windows and looking at the new styles from New York. I caught sight of my reflection in the window, auburn hair askew and lightly floating in the gentle breeze. I straightened my light jacket and continued to walk down the sidewalk. "How'd you like to wrap those long legs around me honey?" I glanced up, a man in a white tank had settled in beside me. He was grinning like a hungry wolf....

Humor
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Hero

Hero (Sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes. I am not perfect. Most readers have patience; others think the story sucks if there are mistakes. I do try though Hello everyone. I am so happy that my story will be on this site. It's not a story about me finding out there was a girl living in my boy's body, and it's not a story about some girl or woman making me their slave. It's not a story about me finding a boyfriend and being his girlfriend. This is my story where I tell the...

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Sarah Carerra 236 My Hero

Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra By Megan Campbell (Released: May 16, 2011) Chapter 36 - My Hero I woke up on Sunday with a smile on my face. Yesterday had been one of the best days of my life. I'd spent a lot of time with Mom over the years, but never had it been as fun as yesterday...

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Hail the Conquering Hero

Hail the Conquering Hero By Carol Collins John Thompson's plane arrived at his hometown airport in the middle of the night. He had planned on being home the previous afternoon, but a missed connection had caused him to be delayed by several hours. He placed his duffel bag on the sidewalk beside him and decided how he was going to handle the situation. John was returning from another one of those small wars that the...

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South of Bikini 2 Out of the fire a new hero

Continuing her mission to 1945 Poland, Alex must find a way to safely secret the Meridian Spacecraft and her team out of the heavily defended Wonderwerks facility and preserve the precious timeline. Will she be able to rescue the hundreds of lost souls locked away in the Wenceslas Mine? Can Alex rescue one very lost, very confused soul in particular? South of Bikini: Onward Episode 6 ...

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